What makes your shoulders droop?

IMG_4583I have always had to stifle a yawn when someone begins a sentence with: “The exchange rate means you’ll only get, what? How many to the pound?”  I’m gone.

The list of questions that make my eyes glaze over has increased exponentially since becoming a mother. My shoulders now droop whenever I hear any of the following at the opening of a conversation:

“You’ve got to think about schools..have you thought about schools?….” (especially when spoken at approximately 15 weeks gestation)

“Does he sleep through the night?” (especially when the answer is “no” because baby is one week old and would starve if he did)

“Do you miss work?” (especially at the very moment I am trying to wipe toothpaste from my jeans, porridge from my hair and sweat from my brow while carrying 30 kilos of human flesh and metal)

There are about 168 more. I will be listing these in a separate compendium.

What makes your shoulders droop?

  4 comments for “What makes your shoulders droop?

  1. November 22, 2012 at 2:01 am

    When I was about 6 months pregnant- “Whoa, you’re HUGE! You look like you’re about to pop! Any minute now, huh?” Uh, no actually. But thanks.

    • December 4, 2012 at 9:28 pm

      Yes, pregnancy ones are awful. I hate the ones that delve into the realm of asking about gender preference. Yawn. I liked one blogger’s response to the question of “Are you trying for a girl this time?”. “No, we’re trying for a giraffe.”

  2. November 24, 2012 at 7:37 am

    There are so many, but off the top of my head, I’d say: “So are you going to stop now?” (you better! Four children – are you insane?) and “So when are you going back to work?” (for Pete’s sake, woman, quit mooching off your husband and fooling about raising CHILDREN and do something PRODUCTIVE with your time!)
    Hmmm. I found that oddly cathartic, thanks!

    • December 4, 2012 at 9:27 pm

      Yes, those are particularly infuriating ones. We need to stop feeling like we need to defend our decisions (to not go back to work yet, to want as many children as we desire. I could go on. I probably will at some point.) I often feel required to defend myself to complete strangers as well as well meaning friends. It’s a funny old thing, isn’t it.

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